Look What You Did to Me

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I stay broken because of you, and not for you, not in spite of you, because of you. 

I hold my breathe, how am I supposed to just forget? 

Or accept all the shit you did, I never deserved any of this. 

And I can't fucking let go, I'm never sure who to hold or where to go. 

How come no where truly feels like home, I have no trust left in my soul. 

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